A SMALL, FUNNY LOOKING BICYCLE

I don’t remember how old I was, but not very old I am sure. We had entered milk tabs, I think, and gone to the local theatre. They were pulling tabs out of a container, and each tab pulled won a bicycle. I don’t remember how many bikes were given away that day. All I...

My Memory of the Years That Have Slipped By

I had just finished reading Bill Tammeus book about the death of his nephew Karleton when the first plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York in 9/11. About the time I finished that book Donna Ziegenhorn sent me an email about a program on interfaith...
The Joys of Autumn

The Joys of Autumn

I think that every year that Rodney and I were together…five years dating and fifty-nine years of marriage … we exclaimed how much we loved fall. Mostly it was the colors of the trees, but in many ways  just the feel of the air overwhelmed us. I...
Autumn Days

Autumn Days

The windows of my apartment look out over the Courtyard. There is only one real problem of living in this retirement community — there just aren’t any birds to look at in our Courtyard. But this morning when I looked out my bedroom window I was stunned to...
Traveling Across the Pacific

Traveling Across the Pacific

In January 1983 Lyn Mathews, the wife of the Dean of the Institute of Cultural Affairs asks me to go to the Kingdom of Tonga in the Pacific to participate in the Pacific Training School. I pause for a minute, ask her a couple of questions and then say, “Yes.” I want...